Rich Man's Fertile Little Virgin (Breeding Erotica) (4 page)

The fabric nearly split in two, and then he
did it to my other strap. I squealed as he freed both my breasts
and held them roughly in his hands.

“
No bra? Why, there's
something of a slut in you after all, my virgin dolling. You are a
virgin, aren't you?”

His fingers pinched shut around my nipples.
My quiet whimper burbled up into a rushing moan.

He smiled, knowing I'd betrayed my
inexperienced sexuality without any words. Thumbs and forefingers
hooked around my nipples, rolling and squeezing at once, he forced
me to rise toward him.

I'd truly become his little doll. Now, he
used desire to work my invisible strings.

I desperately wanted him in me, on me, all
over me! I wanted to bury him deep in my soft valley, fusing our
sticky skin together, quaking as orgasm's merciless chords tore
through us.

Soon, he'd shower me in his potent sap, a
flaming deluge my little womb wouldn't dare waste...

Kissing and sucking at my flesh, plucking my
nerves with his fingers, circling my breasts faster and faster. His
mouth covered my right nipple, the hard red tip pinched in his
fingers, slipping toward that wagging tongue.

I bucked my hips and screamed. Mr. LaVenia
pumped my body once with his hands, shocking me into volcanic
silence.

Trying to control my moans, my gasps, I let
him haunt my peaks, already addicted to the sweet and dangerous
power concealed in his strokes.

Whenever I moaned too loudly, he rammed his
hips into mine again, silencing me with force and pleasure. When I
finally got used to his tongue's wiles, I cautiously ran my hand
along his back, all the way to his hips.

He removed his mouth from my nipples and
released new flames from his eyes. They spiked into me like lances,
joining my fire, making me burn like nothing else.

“
Oh, I get it. You're
eager to see your first lover in all his naked glory.” Smiling, he
stood, undoing his tie and going to work on his shirt's
buttons.

“
Undress with me, doll.
You'll learn real fast that pleasure comes from feeling, not
looking.”

Unsure what he meant, I kept my eyes on him
as I let my dress drop off. I hooked my fingers into my drenched
panties and kicked them to my ankles. What a relief.

But Mr. LaVenia's strip show held my full
attention. I scarcely realized how naked and vulnerable I was as
the powerful peaks and valleys of his torso appeared.

He was over two hundred
pounds of smooth muscle, rock turned to flesh by some blessed fairy
to fuck mortal women. Hearing his belt slip through its loops and
the
zzzzt
of his
zipper falling turned my blood to glacial ice, and then to lava
again.

His pants fell, followed by the navy blue
boxers hanging on his hips. Okay, I expected the best part of him
to be proportionate to the rest of him – fairly big – but what I
saw didn't even come close.

A huge tip protruded from between his legs,
swollen and pulsing with dark veins. He grasped it gingerly at the
head and pulled, stretching his skin back, forcing me to witness
every marvelous inch of him.

“
Go ahead, little doll.
See how it tastes in your mouth.”

Shaking, I dropped to my knees and crawled
over to him. I replaced his hand with mine. Goosebumps darted up to
my surface, summoned by his heat and covering my whole body.

I clenched my jaw. Feeling his heart pumping
beneath my fingertips brought great pleasure, but it also reminded
me just how inexperienced I really was.

Oh, God. Will I even be able to fit more
than just the tip in my little mouth?

Regardless, I had to try. I opened my lips
as wide as I could and flicked my tongue out.

He tasted salty and hot. Mr. LaVenia growled
his satisfaction and thrust his hand in my hair, coiling it around
his fingers for a possessive grip.

He gave me the extra push I needed as I
parted my lips and slid onto him. Long after I would've stopped on
my own, he kept me going, shoving me deeper onto his oversized
shaft.

All at once, he eased his tension. I pulled
back, breathing and slowly accommodating him with my mouth, letting
my wet tongue vibrate gently against his flesh.

He bared his teeth and stared at me. I
looked up, as if I were studying a giant.

Suddenly, the fate of the
whole world depended on pleasing this loveable brute. His grip on
my hair screamed,
Learn, little doll. And
learn fast!

I imagined how good his wet strokes would
feel against my clit. I buried my free hand between my legs, giving
added emphasis to my fevered visions.

Mr. LaVenia moved his hips toward me,
straight into the soft velvet lips sucking him harder. My tongue
dived around his cock, licking beneath the head and tasting his
layered masculinity.

Holy fuck! If it feels this good in my
mouth...what's he going to feel like inside me?

Just that thought switched on something deep
inside me. All the shame and uncertainty disappeared in a hail of
smoke and fire.

I dove, sucking him like I meant it, resting
his huge balls on the flat of my hand. After several strokes like
that, our paces fused, and he rocked with my mouth as his fingers
tightened in my hair.

His cock twitched on its own. The tongue –
my tongue! – was sending these awesome sensations straight through
him, a gift I prayed no other woman would ever match.

I smiled, still full of him and sucking,
licking, massaging. His swollen head grew bigger.

Impossibly big, hard, and thick, a horny
mushroom ballooning behind my lips.

I braced myself to swallow his seed. It
bloated another inch. His hips thrust faster, sending him deeper
for my tongue to brush parts of him I never thought I'd reach.
Stroke by stroke, I coated him in hot, pearly saliva.

Just when I thought he was going to give it
up, he tore at my hair. I moaned, surprised, pulling back and
letting him fall from the mouth.

“
Get on the bed,” he said,
tense and breathless. “If you think I'm wasting this down your
throat, then you're dead wrong, little doll.”

I jumped up and laid flat, spreading my legs
wide. My knees still wobbled, but it wasn't anxiety and unease.
Everything had been swallowed up by lust, throttling my body like a
fearsome potion, turning me from green virgin to neon red slut.

The mattress sank beneath me. His hands fell
on my legs, hot as cured leather, and he pulled me apart to make
room for him.

“
Oh, God! Aren't you going
to...you know?” I looked down, staring half-crazed and open mouthed
at his length pressed along my bare slit.

“
No, little doll. I don't.
Are you telling me you don't want this?” He rolled his hips,
sending his erection snaking across my entrance, coating itself in
stray juices. “We're going to do this here and now. Anything else
will only detract from this beautiful, beautiful moment with my
favorite girl in the universe.”

Wait. Wait! You need to put a condom on,
sir. I can't get pregnant, Daddy!

That's what I should've
said. But merciless desire had swallowed me, chewed me up, and spit
me out as a whole new woman – a woman
awake
to roughhouse thrills that
wouldn't be stopped for anything.

Not even for common sense.

Without another word, he arched his back,
grabbed the base of his cock, and forced it deep inside me. A
sensitive sheath ripped near my entrance, and then my walls
sizzled, screaming at the harsh intrusion.

For a second, I thanked myself for playing
volleyball and soccer all through High School. There wasn't much
left of my virginity to take. I wouldn't have felt anything, if he
were a normal size.

But every inch of him burned as he worked
his way in, burrowing deep, punching his way to my womb.

His length, girth, and terrible heat tore
and teased simultaneously. I chewed my bottom lip raw – anything to
quiet the great transformation happening between my legs.

A twister of pure fire came howling through
my body, so loud and powerful it echoed off my bones. I threw my
head to the ceiling and screamed.

“
Too intense” wouldn't do
it justice. Mr. LaVenia lifted and rammed into me again and again,
owning my inner silk, conquering my womb.

Each time his thick head touched the
entrance to my womb, I thought I was going to come apart. Legs and
arms flailing, I reached for him, hugging his powerful body for
support.

Right then, he'd become my rock. A stone
shaped like a man, capable of damaging me harshly or burying me in
the greatest pleasure avalanche I'd ever known.

He grunted as my calves
hooked around his flanks. My ass tilted upward with every thrust,
giving him more leverage, an invitation inscribed in flesh to go
deeper, deeper,
deeper.

Come on, lover.

Daddy. Sir. Mr. LaVenia.

I'm finally ready to go all the way. Fuck me
hard and empty yourself inside me.

Against all odds, my greatest fantasy was
finally happening. Would I walk away if the price was an unexpected
pregnancy?

No.
Hell no.

I arched up, letting pleasure cut through
the discomfort. My walls stretched tighter for him, slowly settling
around his shuttling cock.

I kissed him deep, teasing him as my small
teeth wound around his lip. He bit me back, his brutal need
communicated in the pressure.

His arms fell to mine, holding me down, and
his hips became steel jackhammers that threatened to fuck me
through the mattress.

I rode him for all I was worth. Mr.
LaVenia's growls and biting kisses grew louder, more feral, a
volcano giving one last warning before it exploded.

“
Oh, little doll,” he
whispered, hoarse and close. “You're so fucking tight. So ripe and
ready for a man's seed. Wasting your fertile flesh would be a
cardinal sin. Get ready, little dolling. Oh, fuck!”

Even before he swelled and burst inside me,
my climax turned everything blizzard white. Every muscle went off
at once, wired together by savage pleasure, streaking through my
flesh like a thousand tiny comets.

My senses went dead. I only felt the fire,
consuming me from the bottom up, a heat so great it couldn't be
matched.

Except by the insane addition of his
seed.

Mr. LaVenia's body turned to boiling diamond
beneath my contorted hands and feet. His screams overtook mine, and
then there was nothing but a sharp throb, twitching against my womb
as he unloaded an ocean of sperm.

Our bodies convulsed together, rhythmically
riding each other's flesh. We groaned and shrieked together like
animals locked in the mating dance.

Raw Nature took over.

Beautiful. Overwhelming. And so damned
hot.

His seed seeped into my fertile flesh like
warm honey. Involuntary commands continued floating down my spine
to my womb, forcing muscles to spasm and suck at his semen.

Mr. LaVenia kept coming – far more than I
thought even his large balls could hold. By the time his last
spasms quaked through his softening cock, his excess drooled out
between us, creamy droplets staining my mattress.

Soon, he rolled out between my thighs and
crashed next to me. His hand sauntered along my belly, stopping for
a second over my womb, before continuing its path to my thighs.

I let my legs fall together at his
urging.

“
Just lay still.
Everything's alright now, little doll. More alright than it's ever
been in this household.”

I expected to feel some
guilt, regret, or shame, but the sinister emotions never arrived. I
only felt
him,
warming me with his broad hands and sunbeam smile.

Inside me, his soft gift settled, hot and
oily and penetrating my flesh.

My new father and newer lover held me tight,
running his stiff fingers through my hair.

We lingered in blissful exhaustion for a
long time. But his muscles wouldn't stay slack and relaxed
forever.

A new rough heat in my folds woke me from my
tired stupor. Mr. LaVenia's fingers found their way to my clit.

He locked his hands on my wrists and tugged
me across his legs. I carefully sank onto him, feeling his rich
seed sliding out of me, onto the swollen root destined to give me a
lot more.

Smiling, we moved together more purposefully
this time. He stretched my depths wide for him, and I found my
pleasure sooner, my flesh conforming more easily to his size and
motion.

Holding hands, I relished the new found
control. I threw my hips across his thighs, straddling him and
quickening my pace.

Despite my leverage, he wouldn't let go of
everything. Mr. LaVenia reminded me who was the experienced veteran
by lifting me high. His thrusts caused me to spasm and jump,
lifting me like a mountain.

Sweat ran off my brow in rivulets, streaming
to my back, the fire inside us unbending in the autumn cool that
had crept into my room.

Faster, harder, the tension bound us
together like a spring. All at once, it snapped, and I fell on his
cock, unable to hold my tempo any longer.

I came, lightning flashing red behind my
eyelids. Bouncing and spasming on top of him, he thundered up into
me, his grunts rising like an engine coming alive.

We came together too many
times to count that night. And after the pleasure parted, leaving
me like a dreamy morning fog, I heard a little voice whispering the
dirty secret hidden in flesh, sweat, and seed.

You're going to be pregnant by dawn. There's
no escaping this pact, this lifelong addiction this man's deepest
fire.